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The next voice that called for Peregrine was one that was not from the plateau. Fox couldn't quite place it, but it was near enough that she knew she could sneak a glance before approaching. She did so, flitting in and out of the brush until she found a proper place for observation without being seen (or so she thought). It was Luke. The wolf whom Peregrine had developed some sort of relationship. Or had he? Fox had heard little of the man since the last time she'd seen him, but that had been before the incident. She had no reason to hate him, and yet distrust now ran thick in her blood.

Fox approached him with a raised tail and forward ears, though not with as much hostility as she had with both Osprey and Saena. She was still torn in places from the white and red bitch, and she was careful not to place too much weight on the left front paw that had been mangled. The day after the incident, she would have forbidden Peregrine to see Luke at all. Now, she wondered if it might be good for him.

"Luke." A pause. "We don’t allow visitors inside any longer," she said, braced to take whatever kind of reaction he had.